Catching Up

Well I suppose I should be writing more blogs lately but things have gotten a bit more crazy around here. With all the calls to Texas regarding the kids I'm trying to adopt. I find this very hard to deal with since I seem to lack patience. I want call backs right now, I want answers right now, I really don't like being jerked around, but here I am.

So on the home front here, the kids are getting restless as there are only about 2.5 weeks of school left. However there wont really be much of a break since Princess goes to college for two weeks, and Jokester goes to Reading and Writing summer camp. My running around will actually get a bit worse as I have to bring Princess to her classes and pick her up. 

Superman is in a opposites mood, I guess I can't really call it that because it's not really opposites. He just makes things up for what he wants them to be. The other day he said he hated someone, and I told him that it isn't nice to say that about someone. He tells me, " oh when I say that I really mean that I like them a lot." Here's another one, " when I say stop it means I like BG." I'm not sure where he is getting this from, but at first it was kinda cute, but now he seems to think he can apply it in all situations and make his own reality, and it's becoming irritating now. 

Henry did something the other day that just blew my mind...he came upstairs with the boys and I when it was time for bed. He walked around, turned and looked at me and popped a squat and peed. The little bastard peed in my house! He hasn't done that since he was 2 months old!
Then to make matters worse, DH notices a wet spot on the floor and finds out it was BG. The only dog who was behaving himself was Smokey and he's usually the one peeing all over. My house is revolting against me or something. Ha! They have a lesson to learn, and that is...I shall not let them win! It is war! Bring on the water balloons household get your squirt guns cuz here we go!

No seriously we probably will have ourselves a water war here soon, but in the mean time...the things that stray from the norm of our family life with continue to shock me, make me just stop and bust out laughing, make me cry, or just plain stump me. I wouldn't trade it for the world either.
Well maybe the dog pee would be a good thing to go, but you get my drift. This is who we are, we learn new things each day, face new trials, and over come hurdles, but through it all we are still here and not somewhere else. 

Speaking of trying days...tomorrow the entire street can not use their drains. Why? They are repairing the sewer line and plugging everyone's drains to the sewer. Use the drains and there just might be sewer backing up into the house. That would not be fun, nor would I be happy, and it would be about the same time as the lady from CPS in Texas called me.

Wish me luck getting through 12 hours of that, thankfully most of the family will be at school/work for the duration. Now I just have to figure out where to do my business all day. Yes, yes I went there. Everyone has to do it, there is no denying it.

Early Spring Cleaning...Yeah! Bite me

I have always wondered why it is that I never get anything done around here. I think today I figured it out. Good Gosh I hope I did, cuz this chick is about to crack. I will give you an idea of what it is that I'm up against.


It seems that Smokey has a problem with peeing in the house. Much better than the pooping in the house, but still...not acceptable in the least. Hell no it's not! There shall be no pee or poo in my house unless on the throne located in the lovely bathrooms. Even then there are rules and regulations, ya know. 


So I happened to be talking to DH as I was leaning so casually against the love seat and I happened to look down on the floor and saw a yellow coloring to my cream carpet. I looked at it, he looked at me looking at it, then figured he better look at what I was looking at. I reach down to feel it. (Yes folks I do that kinda thing. Got three kids, not much gonna faze me.) By God it was damp! So DH asked me if it's wet, to which I reply, " it's damp", and while I'm giving him this answer he's reaching down to feel it too. (Yes people, it takes two of use to figure stuff like this out.)


So the conclusion is that one of the dogs has peed in the house, and since it's right next to the love seat (not to mention upon closer inspection also on the side of love seat) it has to be one of the boys. Yes, I know there are some girl dogs out there that can kinda "spray", but Baby Girl wouldn't be one of them since she only has three legs. That would be sorta interesting to observe, and almost worth it.


No one in the house has ever witnessed any dog going potty in the house except the first day we got Smokey and he did his boy thing. I know it's not Henry. We've had him since he was 8 wks old so we know how he is. That leaves Smokey. Smokey is now confined to the kitchen. It doesn't matter if someone is home or not. I am very tired of having to break out the carpet cleaner to get rid of the dog pee and so far he just isn't getting it. Did I mention he's not the brightest bulb in the deck? I know, I know...shut-up and let me say the saying backwards.


Oh yeah! Back to the reason why I never get anything done around here. I think someone put some bad vibe crap on me. I'm about to tell you is the kind of stuff that happens to me all the time. I mean it happens so frequently that it just can't be called supernatural or a fluke.


So I go about getting the carpet cleaner out and cleaning up the pee spots after letting them soak in cleaner for some time. (Yes I found more spots once I was down on the floor.) I get all done, and go to empty the stupid waste water thingy majobber and the stupid thing like explodes all over me and the bathroom! Oh yeah! I forgot to mention it was dinner time by now. Jokester also chose this moment to come in and bug me about something. I told him to...well hell I have no idea what I told him to do. After watching nasty dirty pee water explode every where it's all kinda a blur. I do remember yelling for Princess to get me another towel since the two I had were dripping and not absorbing.


Manage to dry the bathroom and myself off, look at the clock and realize dinner should have been almost an hour ago. Guess what guys! Take out tonight!. Get everything taken care of, put boys to bed, dry the bathroom off AGAIN, yes again. I sure wish I could remember what the hell was happening at the moment of pee water explosion so I could quit doing it, but alas I am too busy standing there in horror as it rains pee water everywhere in my bathroom. 


I have decided to do a spring clean on the living room because of Smokey. I was going to start at the top of the house and work my way down anyhow, but yeah my usual life exploded on me. So now here I sit with with half an upstairs bathroom done, and half a living room done. Quite frankly I don't give a rat's ass...I'm way too tired and stressed. It'll be there tomorrow unless a miracle happens. Not betting on that one.

Dog Sitting...Sort of

Thank you God! It's Friday. Well this is a blessing and a curse, but at least I don't have to get up early tomorrow. So that would be the blessing, and on another note...


I seriously can not believe I just sat on Smokey. Let me back track a bit. Shoved the kids out the door for school, and went to sit on the couch to decompress a bit. There was a dog in my spot. Now here is the good part...my couch is white (sort of) Smokey is black. How the hell did I not see a black dog laying on my not so white couch?  I must need more caffeine. To give him credit he just laid there, and gave me a look like, "hi, I'm already in this spot". 

Smokey doesn't do much or react much to anything. He just is. You ask him if he wants a treat...he just sits there looking at you. Ask him if he wants to go outside...just sits there. Try to play with him...yeah he just sits there. Unless you have the laser light, then he crawls on his belly pawing the little red dot. Just kinda scoots after it for a couple of minutes, then he's done. 



He doesn't bark when someone knocks on the door, but he does go to the door in his old man walk. Time is all he has. The one thing he does do or I should say the couple of  things he does is, barks at people and things outside, but not too much. Just lets them know he there. He whines when I leave, yes another dog with separation anxiety. Fortunately he isn't naughty like Henry. He just sits at the door and whines. He actually becomes giddy when I come home. It's like he's saying, "OMG! Your home! I missed YOU so much!!!" It doesn't really matter if I just came in from the basement, it totally makes his day. Oh yeah, his tail is always wagging, that is unless he's protecting BG's food dish, then he's attacking poor Henry. Then it's back to just sitting there.

Smokey is a Cocker Spaniel/Poodle mix, and unfortunately he has the skin problems that come with the Cockers. This poor thing is always scratching and licking. Let me tell you it took some getting used to hearing him scratch while I was in the shower. I kept getting out of the shower to see who was at the door. Thump, Thump, Thump is his tune. My tune is, "Smokey! Quit licking!" In fact it's become the family saying. Everyone is saying it now. It's a work in progress to get him some relief, I keep trying new things, and foods in the hopes one of these will work. So far, nothing. 

Well I really didn't have this in mind as I started writing today, but I must go with the flow. So now you get to learn about our Smokey. I don't really like Cockers, but looking at his droopy eyes with the lashes that any woman would kill for...my heart told me other wise. This old guy needed a forever home while he lives out his senior years, and our home is it for him. 

Random Thought: So glad I'm not a dog and have to potty outside in the cold. Yikes, makes me cold just thinking about it!